My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Back home, Shen Yu splashed cold water on her face to calm her shame.

It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing.

"Aren't you afraid that if you publicize this so much, Grandma will find out and cause you trouble?"

Yang Fenglan smiled mysteriously, "You're still young, you don't understand."

If you do a good deed, you should publicize it widely, otherwise how will anyone know that you did a good deed?

How many people know that the original owner and her son gave so many things to the Zhou family?

If they ever fall out, people will say that Yang Fenglan is unfilial to her parents-in-law.

Do more good deeds now, and if things fall apart one day, it will be because the Zhou family doesn't know what's good for them.

"You just want people to praise you," Shen Yu said dismissively.

Yang Fenglan didn't take it seriously. "When you tell others that I abused you, are you trying to get them to praise you?"

"I...I didn't." Shen Yu didn't actually say it, but her denial lacked conviction.

After all, that was her mindset back then.

She wanted the Yang family to despise her enough that they would divorce her, so she could regain her freedom and pursue what she wanted.

To her surprise, the mother and son were utterly hopeless.

No matter how much you provoke them, they will always back down and make peace.

"Let bygones be bygones," Yang Fenglan said. "The most important thing is to live a good life from now on."

Shen Yu's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean by that? You promised Zhou Jingyi that you would let me go as soon as things were settled."

Yang Fenglan smiled with narrowed eyes, "Don't worry, I mean what I say. Let's get along well while Jingyi is recovering."

"..." Shen Yu didn't speak; she didn't know how to respond.

Over the past month, she felt she understood her mother-in-law well enough, which is why she developed the idea of ​​manipulating her.

But after Zhou Jingyi broke his leg, this old woman seemed to become a completely different person.

So what if things have changed?

As long as she is willing to let her divorce and it doesn't affect her reputation, what's wrong with letting her suffer in the Zhou family for a while?

It got dark quickly, and everyone went back to their rooms.

Exhausted after a long day, Yang Fenglan fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Shen Yu kept her thoughts to herself, her eyes wide open in the darkness.

"Xiaoyu?" Zhou Jingyi called her softly, "Did you go to Grandma's house just now?"

"Mmm," Shen Yu replied lightly.

"Did Mother apologize to Grandma and Aunt?"

Shen Yu: ...

I just thought it was okay to suffer for a while.

Now, whenever she hears Zhou Jingyi speak, she feels that staying in the Zhou family is such a disservice.

Shen Yu had no intention of explaining to him, and said perfunctorily, "I said yes, and even sent a bowl of chicken to your grandma. They were very happy."

"That's good." Zhou Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief. "Family members shouldn't hold grudges overnight. It's good that we've made up. Maybe our family can still rely on Uncle and those cousins ​​in the future."

In a family, harmony is the most important thing. Although we may suffer some losses, as the elders say, "suffering a loss is a blessing..."

As Zhou Jingyi continued rambling, Shen Yu impatiently closed her eyes.

The words in my ear gradually turned into "Ababa, chirp chirp chirp..."

She really didn't like hearing these things.

A grown man should have a strong sense of righteousness in his heart, just like... Gu Ming.

He wanted to take the imperial examinations, serve the court, and bring happiness to the people; this was the greater good.

The man she likes should be someone who remains pure despite being surrounded by filth.

Instead of someone like Zhou Jingyi who nags and complains incessantly.

That night, Shen Yu had a sweet dream. In her dream, she divorced Zhou Jingyi and asked Gu Ming to write the divorce papers.

His hands are beautiful; the brush seems to possess an invisible magic in his hands, making the characters he writes resemble graceful fairies dancing in the air…